And the roses-the roses! Rising out of the grass, tangled round the sun-dial,...

And the roses-the roses! Rising out of the grass, tangled round the sun-dial, wreathing the tree trunks and hanging from their branches, climbing up the walls and spreading over them with long garlands falling in cascades-they came alive day by day, hour by hour. Fair fresh leaves, and buds-and buds-tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air. Colin

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